She was slowly stripping out of her clothes. There was tears streaming down her face. I grinned, bringing my gun closer to her face.
“You should be more careful about who you talk to on the internet,” I chuckled. Sure I was a married man, but I just can’t stop this. I love seeing young women’s bodies. After all her clothes were on the ground, I grabbed her arm and yanked her to me. She shrieked in fear as she thudded against my chest.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered. My grin widened.
“Now we’re gonna have some fun,” I said. I ran my hands everywhere. She had such soft skin. Her long black hair was like silk. The whole time I felt her, she cried silently. After I had my fun I shot her. She fell to the ground with a hole through her head. I brought her to the river. I felt her ass again before I threw her in.
As I drove home, my thoughts were dictated by her perfection. She was the best one so far this week. They all come so willingly only to meet their death. They really should have been more careful.